Tony

Worship

I was holding my breath and staring at Tony’s huge hard cock as the 24-hour deprivation period ended.  I had never wanted to be fucked so hard in my life.

But I was too anxious.

Tony nodded to James, just as hard as Tony:  “Damon, have my wife take the candle.”

James nodded:  “Yes my Lord and Father Satan.”

I didn’t even dare ask what any of that meant.  I took the candle, and the two of them led me downstairs, to where Tony had first started getting serious some time back when he caught his son Elmer and Brent fucking me in the basement. 

They slowly and quietly led me to a door.  “You really must start taking this more seriously than I am.”

I had no idea how to respond.  I was trembling.  “I love you, my Lord.”

I wasn’t sure if the door was new, but I definitely hadn’t ever noticed it before.  Tony gave a key to James, who kissed his hand as he took it.  Tony lifted him up and slowly kissed him very very deeply:  “My son and disciple.  I love you.”

The door opened to a small room, which appeared to have some kind of cellar door to the outside.  It was cool and damp, making it comfortable in the summer night.  It mostly seemed like it was made of concrete.  Something was hanging from the ceiling.  I would soon learn that it was a swing of sorts, as James had me put the candle down, and as the two of them proceeded to strap me in.

Tony kissed me:  “Are you ready, my faggot wife?  Don’t be curious.  Just think of worshipping my cock.”

I blurted out:  “I have missed your cock so much, my Lord.”

Tony remained ahead of me.  “Not enough.  But I trust you will learn.  Tell me what the number one thing in your life is.”

“Pleasing your cock, my Lord Satan.”  I didn’t even know what that meant.  I just wanted to be part of them, as James and Tony smiled at each other.

They strapped me in.  I helped however I could.

“I hope your cunt has tightened a bit.  We want to make it sore.  And from now on, whenever you think you’re sore you need to let me know, so I can use the opportunity to make you sorer.  And the same for guilt, my faggot wife.  If you ever are NOT in the mood for sex, or feel guilty, you must get in touch with me immediately.  We will both whip you if you do not learn to submit to my cock, entirely.”

“I love you, Tony, Dad, Lord Satan.”

I was strapped in.  My legs were apart.  They pushed them even further apart.  My ass was suspended in the air.  My head was down.  I could feel blood rushing to my head.

Tony and James were on either side of my face.

Each of them in turn wiped their precum leaking dicks across my lips.  My heart was pounding.  I was suddenly so hungry, and so thirsty.

Tony almost seemed to be leaking cum along with precum.  They both slowly used my mouth back and forth, going in deeper and deeper.  I was in heaven, even as each of them took turns letting me drink their piss, as their huge dicks went further and further down my throat, with both of them massaging my throat from the outside as their dicks massaged it from the inside.

“Fuck.  I want to cum in that cunt first, not in her mouth.”

And Tony pulled out, pushed into my aching hole, and shot.  And shot.  And shot.  As James continued to fuck my throat, until Tony gave the signal and they changed places.

James shot as quickly as Tony had, as Tony was already back in my throat, with me so anxious to show I had learned my lesson that he came again, shooting at least 3 times deep down my throat, with both of them encouraging each other, as they switched places yet again.  “You god-damned whore.  Good job.”

My mouth was full.  Cum was dripping into my nose, and in my eyes.  My ass was full.  My heart was full.  My soul was gone.

“Please please don’t deny me again, my dear God Tony.  I love you.  I’ll do anything.  I swear.”

“Swear to Damon as well.  The right hand of Satan.  Swear that nothing will ever come before my cock again.  Ever.”

“I swear, my god Satan.  I swear, my god’s son Damon.  Please let me worship your cock forever.  Please train me to serve you better than anyone.  Ever.”

“You know we’re both witnessing this, right, you cocksucking bitch?”

“Yes sir.  Yes my God.  I am in the hands of your cock, forever.”

“You gonna get this Rodney to fuck you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You gonna make up for not sucking Doug the first time?”

“Yes sir.”

“We’re going in that cunt together, you whore.”

“Thank you so much, my God.”  They had to know I was terrified, and so so eager to please.

“Your God Satan.”

“Yes sir.  My God Satan and his righthand son Damon.  Yours.  Forever.”

“We’re never gonna clean up in here.  This will be where you can always come for the filth you need.  The cum.  The piss.  Whatever we want.  Whenever we want it.  And so soundproof no one will ever know, unless we want them to.”

“Yes my God.”

They were already going in.  Together.  How could they still have cum left?

“Beg, you whore.”

“Please fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me.”  I was crying, although I couldn’t tell if it was from pain, from fear, or from such an overwhelming desire to please.

They both got all the way in.  I needed them.  I needed Tony.  I needed Tony’s cock.

They slammed in.  Pulled out.  Slammed in again.

And then they started cumming again.